“I would be surprised if you had.” Naerin said, pushing open the door to his cabin. On the table there was a pale flower casting luminous shadows on the walls. “It is a sacred flower of the court, and it is said that the souls of the departed rest in them until they are released at the memorial ceremony.” Naerin shrugged and picked up the flower almost reverently. “I cannot see Naessa resting, she was constantly on the move but perhaps she has found a measure of peace in the ...